Compulsion for the Unknown
A desire for insanity compels to me
Whispering promises of bliss
A yearning of longing wells within
And I falter
I wish, I pray
The unknown to become the known
I shall fly on the wings of madness
I shall be obliged to hold hands with death
I shall laugh in merriment
Barefoot, bare soul
I shall drop
In to the abyss of nothingness
I shall be free of the forced compulsion
Excused of the horror of obligations
And I shall know no more.
...
Yet I am too weak to embrace the loving touch
Of Freedom
From my sorrows.

